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2002-01-03

I had totally missed out on this service. Although I like beer quite alot, the idea of a Beer of the Month Club. As I was over and read Goats — the best, if you ask me, morally dysfunctional comic-strip of all time — where Real Beer had banner for their Michael Jackson’s Beer Tour. Obviously it’s a beer of the month club. The banner had the following words: “Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend, but guys want beer in the mail.”

Now I ask you, who trusts the postal service to the degree that they send beer by mail? I don’t. I remember how the goons at the postal office manage the packages and let me tell you, it’s not a pretty sight.

To pull a quote from South Parks first season that actually is both relevant and true: “Hey, look out son, that’s dangerous! You’re gonna spill your beer!” Just the though of wasted beer makes me cringe and I have to fight the urge of running out in the snow naked and scream “Why God? Why?!”

What I try to say is don’t waste your beer. Save it, hug it, and if it gets really horrible, you might even have to call it George.